THE END OF LAUGHTER

O never laugh again!

Laughter is dead,

Deep hiding in her grave,

A sacred thing.

O never laugh again,

Never take hands and run

Through the wild streets,

Or sing,

Glad in the sun:

For she, the immortal sweetness of all sweets,

Took laughter with her

When she went away

With sleep.

O never laugh again!

Ours but to weep,

Ours but to pray.